| Excerpt |
© Paige Tyler, 2011
| Available from Ellora's Cave! |
| Submission Becomes Her |
Without a word, he snaked his hand in her hair and
with a firm, but gentle tug, tilted her head back. The
show of dominance made her go gooey inside and
she gripped the front of his shirt for support as he
claimed her mouth in a scorching kiss.
“Tonight, and for every night after, you’re going to
be my submissive when we’re in this room, and I
will be your master,” he rasped. “Is that
understood?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“Tonight, and for every night after, I will be your
with a firm, but gentle tug, tilted her head back. The
show of dominance made her go gooey inside and
she gripped the front of his shirt for support as he
claimed her mouth in a scorching kiss.
“Tonight, and for every night after, you’re going to
be my submissive when we’re in this room, and I
will be your master,” he rasped. “Is that
understood?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“Tonight, and for every night after, I will be your
submissive when we’re in this room,” she promised. “And you will be my master.”
The words were a vow, and as she said them, Josie knew they tied her to Gavin as
completely as if they were married.
Taking her hand, he picked up one of the leather cuffs from the bed and slipped it over
her wrist, tightening it so that it fit snuggly. Then he did the same with her other wrist.
Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure he must be able to hear it, but he made no
comment as he led her over to the foot of the bed. Turning her to face it, he put his hand
on her back and bent her over the bed. She wondered if he was going to cuff her hands
behind her back with the sturdy- looking hooks that were attached to the leather. The
image sent a quiver through her.
But he instructed her to put her hands above her head. She started to ask why, but
remembered the vow she’d made and caught herself. She rested her cheek on the
coverlet and obediently placed her arms out in front of her on the bed. Gavin took her
right wrist and slid her arm closer to the edge of the bed. A moment later, she heard a
click as he attached something to the leather cuff. Or rather, attached the cuff to
something on the bed. She automatically gave her wrist a tug, but it wouldn’t give. That
was when she saw the strap hanging over the side of the bed. It was some kind of
restraint system, she realized as Gavin secured her other wrist to the opposite side of the
bed. She gave that one a tug, too, but it was just as tightly bound as the other.
“Spread your legs,” he said softly.
Josie was so busy thinking about the restraints on her wrist, she didn’t realize Gavin had
come around the bed to stand in back of her. Afraid he would think she’d forgotten her
place already, she quickly spread her legs. It was only after she did that she realized just
how vulnerable she was in that position, and as Gavin fit the leather cuffs around her
ankles, she had to fight the urge to close her legs.
She expected him to secure them to the bed the same way he’d done with her wrists, but
instead, she felt him attach something to the inside of the cuff around her right ankle.
When he did the same to the cuff on the left one, she realized it was some kind of bar
designed to keep her legs spread. If she’d thought she felt vulnerable before, that was
nothing compared to how helpless and exposed she felt now. It had her so wet, she was
practically gushing.
She sensed Gavin straighten up behind her. She automatically tensed, waiting for him to
reach for either the paddle or the leather strap—both of which were still on the bed and
in view. But he only ran his hand over the curve of her ass. Then gave it a firm squeeze.
The words were a vow, and as she said them, Josie knew they tied her to Gavin as
completely as if they were married.
Taking her hand, he picked up one of the leather cuffs from the bed and slipped it over
her wrist, tightening it so that it fit snuggly. Then he did the same with her other wrist.
Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure he must be able to hear it, but he made no
comment as he led her over to the foot of the bed. Turning her to face it, he put his hand
on her back and bent her over the bed. She wondered if he was going to cuff her hands
behind her back with the sturdy- looking hooks that were attached to the leather. The
image sent a quiver through her.
But he instructed her to put her hands above her head. She started to ask why, but
remembered the vow she’d made and caught herself. She rested her cheek on the
coverlet and obediently placed her arms out in front of her on the bed. Gavin took her
right wrist and slid her arm closer to the edge of the bed. A moment later, she heard a
click as he attached something to the leather cuff. Or rather, attached the cuff to
something on the bed. She automatically gave her wrist a tug, but it wouldn’t give. That
was when she saw the strap hanging over the side of the bed. It was some kind of
restraint system, she realized as Gavin secured her other wrist to the opposite side of the
bed. She gave that one a tug, too, but it was just as tightly bound as the other.
“Spread your legs,” he said softly.
Josie was so busy thinking about the restraints on her wrist, she didn’t realize Gavin had
come around the bed to stand in back of her. Afraid he would think she’d forgotten her
place already, she quickly spread her legs. It was only after she did that she realized just
how vulnerable she was in that position, and as Gavin fit the leather cuffs around her
ankles, she had to fight the urge to close her legs.
She expected him to secure them to the bed the same way he’d done with her wrists, but
instead, she felt him attach something to the inside of the cuff around her right ankle.
When he did the same to the cuff on the left one, she realized it was some kind of bar
designed to keep her legs spread. If she’d thought she felt vulnerable before, that was
nothing compared to how helpless and exposed she felt now. It had her so wet, she was
practically gushing.
She sensed Gavin straighten up behind her. She automatically tensed, waiting for him to
reach for either the paddle or the leather strap—both of which were still on the bed and
in view. But he only ran his hand over the curve of her ass. Then gave it a firm squeeze.
